Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

I'm just not used to rping a character so m e a n. ;o; & Nuna keeps utterly surprising me, lmao.

The girl shrank back, and Dianne believed her orders would be heeded. Good, She thought, anger beginning to melt away. However, the child soon collected herself and bristled back at her, standing tall and letting out a growl of her own. As if that wasn't enough, the girl snapped her teeth at her face. Her face. Dianne's anger was re-ignited like a match against a matchbox, eyes filled with blue fire. She had been trying to reign herself in to prevent pissing off someone's mother, and she wouldn't attack a defenseless child.

But this kid wasn't defenseless — now she was the one being threatened, and Dianne didn't take kindly to that. Especially not from some wolf kid. But then her eyes flicked over to the border, which was just a few bounds away. What if someone came in the middle of them fighting? It'd look bad. Really bad. Getting into a pack was more important than defending her ego against some brat. If aggression didn't work, she'd just have to try something else to get her way.

Dianne sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she did before taking a few steps back. In the blink of an eye, her hackles flattened, the flames in her eyes were put out, and her expression turned flat again. She was not afraid, but she also wasn't angry anymore. Look, kid. I don't want any trouble. If you wanna stay, fine, just don't do anything stupid, She would say calmly, voice smooth as silk — assuming the child even let her get the words out.